Description
She was born into a shroud of darkness. There was no shining light, no bright path upon which the moon could have shown itself. The dirt paths of Andover lay bare, as the low winds rustled the branches of willows. If one was to listen closely, their low whispers would slowly become clear statements of excitement yet underlying darkly with fear. Tragedy. The townspeople closed their shutters and hid themselves under the guise of the thick black air that hung still. Some took to praying to whatever gods they depended on, while others threw themselves upon more primitive ways in order to cast away the oncoming danger. "๐โ๐ ๐โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐โ, ๐กโ๐ ๐โ๐๐๐!" Predators who stalked their prey any other night would do no such thing, for that night was the night of which there would only be one predator. The first born of Osiris. --------------------------------------- ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
Author's Note/Introduction
